Saturday morning, Chewy and I woke up at 6 am. He’d had a pretty stressful week so while depressing, it wasn’t a surprise that we were both sound asleep around 8:30 Friday night. As we lay in bed trying to decide whether or not to wake up or go back to sleep, we decided to go and get breakfast. We wanted to go to Golden Corral and Chewy seems to think they are packed by 8 a.m. so we hurried to get there as quickly as possible. We arrived 10 minutes before opening (btw we tried to look up the hours online, their website shouldn’t even bother with the ‘store locator’ option, it doesn’t work).
We eyed all the other cars that arrived after us and for a moment I think I got a glimpse of what Black Friday shopping feels like. Chewy had me put down the visor on my side and use the mirror to watch the front door and the old couple in the minivan nearest to us. Ten minutes later the minivan had turned off its engine and the front doors were being unlocked. We got out of the car, half excited to be the first and three quarters embarrassed. We paid, found a secluded table and went up for round one. I had thought since I was preggers that this would have been more fun, but the quality of Golden Corral food really hindered me. I ate a bit of everything on my first plate but finished none of it. I was less successful with the second plate. We spent the rest of our day regretting our early hour decision. We’re pretty sure the same thing happened last time we went but we forgot. We’ve now recorded videos of ourselves telling our future selves NEVER to return to the G.C.
We’ll see if it works.
As for the rest of our Saturday. Chewy was asked to play the part of a Wiseman in the Stake Crèche activity and I was asked to be a “tour guide” . I took groups from room to room and read from a script while the people looked at the live nativity scenes , then I dropped them off at the cultural hall where they ate, looked at little nativity and crèche scenes and listen to musical performances. It was neat, exhausting, but a really neat experience. AND I got to see Chewy dressed up in a costume.
Of course, the fame has gone to his head.
From there we went to visit my sister and brother-in-law and I saw a box of Captain Crunch and suddenly wanted some. So we went to the store and bought a box. I got home, ate a bowl and a little while later – threw up. Same thing happened Sunday morning. So I’m thinking the Captain is out for a few months. Thanks a lot fetus.